flak

When she asks, you will not want to say anything, even though you should. Tell her it was like the Wild West out there, like nothing you ever thought it would be, like living in a nightmare. Don’t tell her you miss it, the plain simple routine to survive. Don’t tell her you want to go back on patrol. Don’t tell her life is simpler there than here: Wake, get ready for patrol, have enough food and water for the day, watch your step, watch the windows overhead, eyes and ears open wide.